It sounds a lot like Stan Levitt who played the doctor in Carnival of Souls, but I don't see anyone listed anywhere as the narrator.

I don't know what school Phil was attending?..but meanwhile in my elementary lunch room... Freddie was applying a Billy Jack kick to Tommy's lunch tray, Betty was removing sloppy joe meat from her hair thrown by Jackie ...and Eunice the lunch lady just dropped cigarette ash into the wilted salad bowl. ( glad I brown bagged )

Nyah, nyah, you Millenials and Gen X's.and Y's. Schools were a walk away from home for urban boomers, where mom made fried bologna or bacon with eggs fried in bacon fat, or BLT's (my fave) or pretty much whatever we wanted. Watched Concentration with Hugh Downs and played outside then sallied off to school, usually on foot arriving refreshed and ready for two and a half hours of boredom. The few days you had to stay in school for lunch were for the birds. Hated it. Noisy kids throwing food and mean lunch mothers. (They did serve good meatloaf, on Thursday, I do recall)

That piece of cake the kid had was huge.

Above average film but definitely, in 1960, that scenario was just wishful thinking. Boys would never voluntarily sit at a table with girls - girls had cooties!

What a movie! Mr. Bungle sure would liven things up in this moribund bunch of warts. It appears there's about as much humor in the entire class as there is in a little moron joke! At least the kids got a laugh from ole Bungle. What a comedian! He passes up the john, then charges through the line to get in front of everyone one else. Small wonder, since he appears to be at least 4 times as large as his classmates. The class is laughing so hard, they almost forget to say grace before eating. I like the way everyone leaves little goodie two-shoes as he goes to the wash room only to sneak back in while he's screwing around with the soap machine, scarfing out enough soap to supply a car wash and then they watch him COMB his hair???? What did he use? A razor? It appears that a very small ant has more hair than Mr. Goodie. By now, his self-esteem in shambles, ole Goodie charges into the "lunch room", where he's asked to cut the line and join his friends in the front. He appears to size up the situation, and, fearing a severe beating from two of the girls, decides to wuss out and stay at the end of the line. After taking what appears to be a piece of cold braunswagwer with flies all over it, he grabs a piece of cake the size of Rhode Island to give himself a sugar rush and help him get over feeling like the school door-mat. Thankfully, one of the food slaves notices that Mr. G. is about to mug the little girl who picked up the last carton of milk and swoops in with a new tray of milk at the last second to prevent the assault. Whew, that was close! Finally, little GTS makes it to the cashier who, having just sneezed into her hands, wipes them on his shirt. He then squeezes into one of the chairs and starts to eat. He notices one of the other kids has brown-bagged his lunch and begins to make fun of his for not being able to afford a hot lunch. Embarassed by this, the child shoots himself in the eye with a Pez dispenser. During lunch, one of the kids runs through the lunchroom and is stopped and scolded by a teacher. He's so humiliated by the experience that he jumps out of the 3rd floor library window, ending his life. However, his hands were clean so he received a gold star on his tombstone. Finally, this exercise in boredom is over and they all head back to the classroom wishing that Mr. Bungle would join them for their next lunch so that there would be some kind of excitement in the cafeteria. That Mr. Bungle sure is a hoot!

Was Mr. Bungle one of the teachers? I think he needed a friend. Which make everyone in the film a "Mr. Bungle".

This reminds me of when I worked as a custodian for the local Head Start Pre School. I was always telling the kids when not to run. One time one of the parents got on me because she was trying to get her son or daughter (I forget which it was) to excersise by running. Problem was that she was doing it on the grounds of the Head Start while the kids were not out playing. I took it with a grain of salt because I knew I was only looking out for the safety of staff and students by telling them this.

Every night, Phil would have nightmares about Mr. Bungle, telling him to do things. Horrible things. Over the years, he learned how to control and eventually enjoy what Mr. Bungle told him to do.

One day, years later, he would meet a strange guy named Charlie. Charlie was Mr. Bungle personified! Everything that Mr. Bungle was to Phil, Charlie had! Phil was captivated! Almost in LOVE!

Phil joined Charlie, and they lived on a ranch in the middle of the California desert. Interestingly, he ran into Freddy and Alice there, as well as The Running Kid. There, they lived the life that Charlie always wanted to live -- the Mr. Bungle Life.

But it all ended one hot summer night in 1969. They did terrible, unspeakable things. But Phil blamed it on Mr. Bungle, who had taunted him all those years.

Is that a piece of cake or what???

....How Jethro Tull Came To Write The Further Adventures Of "Bungle In The Jungle"..?....

This could have been my school in South Jersey in the early 60's - We were NOT surpressed and had more freedom than you can imagine! We could make decisions without calling our mommies on a cell phone every five minutes, and the school system did not drug us with ritalin in order to conform. A simple repremand such as the "running boy" got would due. I can't believe the reaction of some of the viewers here!
In reality very few of us became hippies and did LSD, etc. Most of you seem to have a very distorted view of boomer times. The infantile language used in most of the comments gives me the idea you are Mr. Bungle's offspring.

OMG!! this is 2 funny! i had 2 keep watching it!! i dont even know what 2 talk about 1st!! "no one wants 2 be like mr. bungle" lol. the fun guy! this is 2 funny!! phil put his tray down nice & easy, & pulled his chair out quietly lol!! & he left his cake 4 last... cause only a mr. bungle eats his cake 1st lmao!!! the mile high soap (i couldnt believe he kept going)!the napkins on the lap lol... & i dont know about how kids back then would of responded 2 this film, but i remember how kids, when i went 2 school in the 80s, would think about a film like this....BURSTING INTO LAUGHTER & MAKING FUN OF IT!


if life was supposed to be like that...it would be pretty sad.


i'm curious if any of these kids in this film was made fun of in school when it was done? or if it was viewed in their school?

I don't think Phil is Kurt Russell... I think these movies were made in the Midwest somewhere, weren't they? Russell would've been in Hollywood, I imagine.

What proportion of these American children today would be medicated for ADHD and Depression and Bipolar?

Doesn't "Bungle" sound too much like "bunghole" ?

I think Phil should've said: "Yo, bitch, where my milk at?"

HAHAHA This is hilarious! No wonder ten years later these kids would end up running around naked,do pot and lsd and grow their hair out a long as they could.

I have always thought that Phil was a very young Kurt Russell in his first movie role. Have never found anything to verify or contradict this. Is it possible? Anyone have any information?

I actually have this on original 16mm/8mm film. I have a projector that I watch it from, with a screen and all. Kind of reminds me of being back in the class room.

P.S. I don't ever remember my lunches coming with a HUGE piece of cake!

In this dated clip we have a group of VERY unhappy kids -- kids who were being tortured into an age-appropriate enforced conformity of politeness and courtesy. Those poor saps. They didn't know a thing about how to really ENJOY life; they didn't know or understand that the key to true happiness and personal fulfillment is to throw your lunch tray across the cafeteria & into the teacher's face.

Fortunately, today we are no longer hampered by such old-fashioned fuddy-duddy modes of strait-jacketed thought. Fortunately, we have advanced to a degree of civilization which is far, far beyond the boring (and silly) culture which was being force-fed to those horribly oppressed children of yesteryear in this video.

Yes, yes -- these days, "Miss Brown" would need to carry pepper spray around with her: and she'd need to be sure to look over her shoulder at all times. She'd also need to be certain that she had her 911 speed-dial button programmed on her cell phone, ready for quick use at any time. The "dark-haired kid" running wildly about and gesticulating in the lunchroom would be waving a 9mm Glock handgun over his head, wearing black, as he joyously celebrated his right to his individual self-expression by randomly firing into his fellow students as they ate their lunch.

And, oh yeah.....we mustn't forget that from an architectural standpoint: we now design our school buildings with certain elements of prison technology built into them. Hmmmmmm. I wonder why that's become necessary?

The beauty of the current situation is perfectly obvious to anyone who has half a brain, or who has half an education -- and this beauty is never so clearly demonstrated as in today's news: where a group of playfully mischievous, self-expressing 3rd graders were plotting together to kill their teacher -- having brought steak knives, handcuffs, and other such childish implements of mayhem and gore to school: along with an apple for teacher.

No, no, no......you won't see any Mr. Bungles in the schools today. He retired along with the old man elementary school principal back in 1959. Mr. Bungles is a dinosaur blundering his way to us up out of the La Brae tar pits of a culturally repressive past: a past wherein guns were easier to obtain than they are today -- and yet the kids didn't take advantage of this fact to engage in the wholesale slaughter of their fellow students and/or their teachers. I wonder what's changed between then and now?

We've become FAR too sophisticated in ourselves for the likes of the insipid Mr. Bungles -- even in the 3rd grade.

We should be very proud of ourselves for having come so far and achieved so much ((and of course we are....VERY PROUD of ourselves....in fact: it's our new hallmark)). Mr. Bungles is dead.....and he's been replaced by.....uh....."freedom".

Yeah -- that's it. "Freedom".

Im trying to remember classmates names. Is your name Mike? I think the Phil kid was Marty. I remember a blond kid named Wayne too. I'm the kid that was scowling while being forced to eat an olive loaf sandwich.
good times

These nice boys later joined the Third Riech, and cleaned out the riff raff, and the "Mr. Bungles" from their school, thereby keeping it safe for other "nice kids".

Phil is a good kid. Did you know he is a magician? Watch his milk carton. As he is drinking his milk, and when he is not drinking his milk, watch as it changes from a Meadow Gold milk carton to a Pet milk carton and back. If you think the film gets boring, watch this. It can keep you amused for hours!!!

I think this school needs somebody who enjoys life like Mr.Bungle, will this little Phil need a video called "How to be a good husband!"

And what about the little kid that sees Mr.Bungle and says "oh boy! Ive found my purpose in life!"

Gosh i love these movies

I was one of those charming little imps myself. In fact, I was Mr. Bungles, the only dark haired kid in the whole movie (anything strange about that???) running in the lunchroom with my skinny little arms up like some kind of mutant Tyranosaurus Rex. Innocently watching the Pee Wee Herman special on Comedy Central and seeing my past flash before my eyes qualifies as one of the top 3 most surreal moments of my life. Somehow I managed to grow up relatively unscathed by my 15 seconds of fame.

Hope all is well with you.

this is just begging for an mst3k treatment. if ever anything on this very planet was mockable, this is it. i just have to say that phil used about 2 metric tons of soap to wash his hands. oprah would say that's a no-no. and the cake...wow...i wish i got to eat cake like that. big ole fat slice. i was so entertained watching this, i can't begin to explain my joy. and i have added a new phrase to my vocabulary--"mr bungle"

this was the educational film used in Pee Wee's Playhouse (the "adult" version on HBO) co-starring Phil Hartman from 1981.

"Is that a big enough piece of cake, or what?"

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0081915/

OK, let's cut this sucker down. If you make this same movie in a today scene, you will get only the fashion of the time as the forefront of the movie, with all the rap and rock that comes with it. Back then, as this film was made, it stuck with one and only one thesis, THE MESSAGE. Yes, it is very campy with the narration, the everchanging Phil crew cuts, the Mr. Bungle comparisons, et al, but the message was perfectly clear. Showing more fashion than message is a huge problem in educational films and TV today. I have a challenge, which was done once before with great success, to the student teachers that I hope read this. Use this and other films of the same type and era, and find a film or show of the same message that was made in more modern state. Then ask then children about the two on the differences between them.

I do remember, as I said it was done before, there was an experiment on this and the majority chose that the one made in the 50's was more clear on message than the one made in today's standards.

I would like to defend those "creepy" kids as it turns out, I'm one of them. I am the "cute", (not creepy) little girl in the puff-sleeve dress who was all of 6 when this was filmed. After reviewing, I can understand why we all turned into the hippies of the sixties. I don't remember any of it, but my brother, who is also in the classroom scene, saw the HBO special and found this site. I can only say "Wow, you never know what will show up on the Internet."

The all-towhead cast of kids made me think of "The Village of the Damned" and the big pile of hand soap had me thinking of Richard Dreyfus playing with his mashed potatoes.

A teacher shows her pupils how Mr. Bungle ruined lunch in a puppet show. Phil did the opposite of him during lunchtime because he's polite. This is perfect especiall for those mainland Chinese who are Mr. Bungle impersonators at Hong Kong Disneyland!

I heard that some of you have wondered WHY Phil had to use a copious amount of soap whilst washing his hands. Although antibacterial soap is invented in 1948, over a decade before this film, it was not patented until Christmas 1984, over 25 years later. So bear with the amount of soap, guys.

Mr. Bungle comes to me in my dreams and throws cafeteria lady hairnets at me and hits me with a cafeteria tray. He is satan!!! He is I'm telling you!!!!!!!!!


Freddy has good manners and sits up straight, but Freddy needs some shoe shine products very badly...

Little Phil apparently got a haircut during the making of this film. At the beginning, he almost has enough hair to be messy, although it's pretty darned short. While he's in the bathroom, it's buzzed incredibly short, too short for a comb. Another unintentionally funny moment for this kitschy little clip!

Oh1 Oh! This is one of my all time favorite films.. There are so many laugh out moments in ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂLunchroom MannersÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ.. Perfectly gened blonde boy Phil is just euphoric in his reponse to a, admit it, LAME puppet show featuring a Mr Bungles behaving badly in a lunchroom setting. Traumatized by this, Phil pretty much patterns his life around NOT behaving like Mr Bungles. During lunch hour, he goes to the washroom to wash his hands. Pause: LOOK how much soap he puts on his hands. ThereÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs a mathematical quotation that the amount of soap you use shouldnÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂt go beyond the size of your neck, right? Anyways, after washing his hands and checking his hair (Go Phil!) he goes to the lunchroom, not butting in of course, Too Mr Bungles for him! After getting cutlery.. yes, cutlery, no plastic here! He decides on the ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂhot lunchÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ which to me looks like one piece of mystery meat, mashed potato, green beans, bread and butter. He gets milk too. Check out the Zombie milk tray retriever. Now THATÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂS funny. Yes, milk.. yes.. coming.. right.. away.. mwahahaha..Next the CAKE. Alright, IÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂm sure youÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂve heard about the cake scene, (and keep that scientific quotation we talked about before in mind kiddies). This cake is MASSIVE. But is it really? Or is it shot to make it LOOK big? Because in all the other scenes, itÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs pretty normal looking, so I donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂt know.

Soon Phil is at his table where he meets his uh, friend, Freddie. ItÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs said that Freddie gets his lunch from home. It looks delicious! UmmmmmÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ It does? The kid playing Freddie.. I donÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂt have a clue what his problem is, but he looks like he wants to be anywhere but this film for all his face shows is a scowl. Favorite moment of this film comes when ÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂa boyÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂ runs in the lunchroom and gets the look of a wounded fawn in headlights when scolded by a teacher. Lololol.. Many other moments happen, when all this is done, they recycle the milk cartons! Well, I THINK thatÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂÃÂs what they do, who knows, maybe they make more Bungles puppet shows with the cartons.. TOTAL classic. MUST SEE!

Saw this last night at an A/V Geeks showing in time. This was the funniest one of the night.
Mr. Bungle reminds me of one of the characters on Mr. Rogers neighborhood (by sight not by actions).
Does anyone else notice that in some scenes in the lunchroom Phil has whipping cream on his tray - no skim milk in those days but the real stuff for Phil. You can tell where it was cut to a different scene because most of the time he has the same milk as the others.

This film centers around a young boy named Phill, after seing a puppet show about bad lunch room manners Phill is detertimed not too "become a Mr. Bungle" (The puppet from the puppet show who had really bad manners)To acomplish his goal Phill washes his hands before he eats, doesn't cut in line, clears his place and a host of other things involving good manners. It was kind of dissapointing that Mr. Bungle wasn't in this movie more. (as it is he only appears in the begging and the end) Something kind of funny is the way the narrator talks about Phill trying to avoid being like Mr. Bungle you start to begin to think poor Phill was traumatized by the puppet show moreso than entertained. Nothing really special overall.

I don't know, Mr. Bunghole seems like alot more fun than these stiff, anal retentive kids. Kind of like John Belushi in "Animal House". And what's up with the mountain of hand soap?

I first saw part of this short in a Pee Wee Herman special (his nightclub act, not the kid's show), and I've been looking for the whole thing ever since.

Oh man, where to begin? The children who look like they just stepped out of the Master Race Breeding Program (note that the naughty child who runs in the lunchroom is a brunette)? The pile of soap that's bigger than the kid's hand? The unintentionally hilarious edit where the announcer says "he saw what he really wanted?" Or the HUMUNGOUS piece of cake?

One of those great indoctrination videos where adults use shame and name calling to get kids to obey. Recommended.

The thesis of this short, "nobody likes a Mr. Bungle," is easily refuted when you notice just how many children burst out in joyous laughter when watching the Mr. Bungle puppet show. The narrator attempts to spin this outpouring of gleeful laughter by explaining that the children might think this is funny, but they would not like to know a Mr. Bungle in their class.

Things to watch for:
-- When Mr. Bungle is sitting at the lunchroom table the stick person on the right-hand side of him seems to fall due to the sheer power of psychic energy or the power of the deadly vibrating palm.

-- When Phil washes his hands, check out the insane amount of soap he uses.

-- If Mr. Bungle were a real person, this film would be pure unadulterated slander.

Two words: Mr. Bungle. That's right, an incredibly lame hand puppet named "Mr. Bungle" attempts to show us what not to do in the lunchroom, except he's so pathetic we need the narrator to explain what's going on. A moment of pure horror is narrowly averted when at the last minute they decide not to show us Mr. Bungle going to the Boys' Room. The rest of the film features incredibly white Phil showing us how we should behave in the lunchroom. Great moments to watch for include the amount of soap Phil uses to wash his hands, Phil and his buddies attempting to comb their nearly-hairless heads in the Boys' Room, the slice of bologna that is the main course in the school's hot lunch, and the size of the piece of cake Phil takes for dessert. A classic. Long live Mr. Bungle!
Ratings: Camp/Humor Value: *****. Weirdness:****. Historical Interest:*****. Overall Rating: *****.